I was nine years old when my other baby brother was born in 1960. I helped to teach him important stuff..how to drink out of a cup..how to use the potty and how to stay out of trouble.
I remember the day that he fell on an old fire truck and put a huge gash in his arm..it bled and I wrapped his arm in a towel..he still has a scar on his arm. I am sure he forgot all about it..I never have..I was responsible. I should have been watching him closer. He cried and cried..and so did I.
This photo must have been taken about 1963. I was 12 and he was 3. Nice of me to show him the finer points of a bow and arrow. The bow, arrows and the quiver belonged to my baby brother Carey ( who would have been 9)..we probably
stole borrowed it.
I like this photo..he is trying so hard! In the background is the old garage, the old chicken coop and the corn crib on the farm where we were raised.
Well that little boy is in his 50’s now..his birthday was yesterday. Happy Birthday to my other baby brother:)